Fifteen years ago, I rang in 2006 with a group of friends in Chicago. We had tickets to an event that included a four course meal followed by a night of drinking and club-hopping. Early in the second course of our dinner, I started to feel sick. I managed to finish most of my meal
I am unbelievably grateful that I am no longer caught up in my former binge eating habit. But when someone asked me last week if I was proud of myself for leaving it behind, the question caught me off guard. I don’t feel proud at all. Pride isn’t the right word.Pride puts me in the picture
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